Me: Let's go get more dances beautiful, I want to LDK with you.
Dancer: Awesome. I live for the LDK. I want to make you cum in your pants.
Me: Sounds pathetic. Let's go.
WTF? How does a dancer know what a an LDK is? Is it Diva? Dancer95? How does she know?
Go Back Two Hours
This girl gets me harder than any other stripper here tonight. Not the prettiest face but an awesome body. And the tinnie tiniest little itty bitty bikini you can possibly imagine.
She dances on stage. Awesome. Confident, slutty looking, and gets naked fast. Smart girl. Ones fly. And she spreads as wide as possible. Like being her gynecologist. Her lips are wide open, making her opening so visible. So inducing. So inviting. Damn I'm really horny.
We do dances, 3 for 90. No extras, nothing illegal, but it's one of the best lap dances I've ever had. She is slow and sensual, just the way I like it. She concentrated on my erection the whole time. She rubs it just like it should be rubbed. Lots of positions, tits on dick, lips on dick thru pants, grind me into oblivion.
And to me she has the perfect body for lap dancing. Skinny little thing so I can easily hold on tight and move her in whatever direction I want to go. But a bigger ass than you'd expect on such a skinny girl. So the little head is enveloped in warmth and security. And I've got something to hold on to while she rides me. She directs me to slap her ass and hold on tight. Doesn't have to tell me twice.
She is really good at lap dances. As close as you can get to sex with your pants on. Makes me hard just to write about it. Unfortunately she's not an extras girl, and it's pretty much a non extras club based upon my past experience, so I was just planning on tonight being a warm up for my DS II date this weekend. But the little head has other plans of which I am only now being made aware.
I tell her that she must make all of the guys cum. She says yeah it's her specialty. Claims 90% cum if they give her at least a 3 song set. I believe her. She's that good. I ask what's wrong with the 10% percent.
But I don't cum. Im in the 10%. I haven't LDKed in well over a year. Not since months before I met the DS. And I'm very high (so is she thanks to me). But when I'm high I last a lot longer and I'm very slow to cum. I don't think it's possible for me to cum from just a lap dance when I'm this high, and I had no intention of trying to prove otherwise. But she makes my soldier salute, and her lap dances are wonderful.
Later in the evening she returns to my table. I love the outfit. Her eyes whisper sexual things to me. The little head says it. Not me. He says "I want you to make me LDK."
" WTF is LDK" she asks. I'm so high and horny that I didn't realize that she wouldn't understand.
So I explain that there's this web site for strip club enthusiasts (that sounds a lot better than pathetic losers who spend all of their $ trying to fuck strippers). And one of the most pathetic is a guy who goes by the name lap dance king. He devotes his life to getting dancers to make him cum in his pants as quickly and cheaply as possible. I say all of this as respectfully and reverently possible, cause we are talking about royalty here.
It's probably because I got her so high (this new concentrate is great--chem dawg, my new fav), but she finds it hilariously funny that there's a grown man out there who is obsessed with cumming in his pants with strippers. I tell her that if she could meet the king, he would call her one of his lap dance queens. She does an imitation of a stuck up queen whose servants must bow down to her and beg her to make them cum in their pants. Like I said, we were both pretty high.
My #2 girl for tonight (a black girl who sucked my dick in the cheap lapdances) is on stage. So I excuse myself from the presence of the queen, and head for the tip rail.
20 minutes later and she's back. Close call but for some reason the little head has chosen the queen over the chocolate bunny who sucks dick. He will surprise you sometimes. But it's no use arguing with him when he's in this state of mind. He knows where I keep the money, so there's no denying him.
Me: Let's go get more dances beautiful, I want to LDK with you.
Dancer: Awesome. I live for the LDK. I want to make you cum in your pants.
Me: Sounds pathetic. Let's go.
She's as good as ever. I'm right at the edge but I can't cross the threshold. It's the weed. I just can't cum without her mouth or pussy. If the little head could just enter either orifice its over in 5 seconds. But a deal is a deal. She agreed to make me LDK. I should've chosen chocolate if I wanted a blow job.
Then she does it. She pushes me over the edge. How? She starts talking about sex while she grinds me so expertly. She tells me all about how wonderful it feels to be inside her vagina, how wonderful it feels to have her big lips hold me, how she will alternate between fucking and sucking me, how she can feel the cum building inside me desperate for release. This is especially hot because in my state of mind, the things she says actually seem to be real.
And then it happens. Finally the queen has done her job. Her batting average is secure, untainted by me. I pay, tip her (always tip any woman who gives you an orgasm), and I do the walk of shame to the door with a huge wet stain across the front of my pants. I chose my dark shorts for the extra pockets, but I'm glad for that choice as I leave fulfilled.
I'm in no hurry to do this again any time soon, but it was a fun night. So when was the last time that you LDKed?
Hey Smith,give it a rest for awhile.Will ya.